•4 years on this app and still not entirely sure how to use it.•Got a lot of TF2, nature, monsters, and whatever else catches my eye! I make art as well but I'm slow.“Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might, for in the realm of the dead, where you are going, there is neither working nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom.” Ecclesiastes 9:10 NIV
There's a stillness out here that breathes silence into the night
Every wave of cricket chirp the expanse of lungs, every lull an exhale.
Lying on the ground, fire warming my feet and stars blanketing me,
I wonder where Australia ends and I begin
or if maybe we're one and the same.
There's a murmur in the wind of a boy I killed
the boy I once was.
When I was younger and carefree
and still had dreams of another life.
He's buried out here, someplace to the east near the border.
I laid him to rest under the spinifex at the pool he died in
with a cairn and a drop of blood.
Australia knows his name
a secret kept.
His youth and pride expunged
his faith forgotten.
But still he haunts me
the whispers of a boy long dead.
He persists, never giving up his ghost.
I hear him when mum rings
and still says his name.
I hear him in formal affairs
when someone reads his name back to me.
I hear him in the memory of a girl I loved
telling him she loves him.
And I wonder if she ever lost faith waiting for the boy
who wasn't coming back.
I hear him over my shoulder,
temping me into what he would've wanted.
With no thought of the man I am now
boyhood dreams out of reach.
He's loud and brash and prideful
a boy of twelve who knows no different.
And I am the hollow
the remains
the husk of what's left behind
when that inner core of innocence is killed
instead of allowed peaceably to die.
The old pain rises to the surface again as I hear a howl in the distance
a reminder of what I am.
I'm not sure if I've taken a one life or two
or if I'm merely letting someone go.
MY FASE OF HEAVY WEAPONS GUY. I LOVE THIS BIGRUSSIANGUY, IM IN LOOOVE WITH HIM, I JUST WANT A HUG FROM HIM, EVEN IF HE KILLS ME, I WOULD BE HAPPY!!!!11!1! KEEP CRYING BEBY, NOM NOM NOM- OHM OHM
Because i have multiple mental illnesses i thought i'd share with you some of my other 10th class/ tf2 character designs concepts.
THE CHARGER (BLU faction)
The BLU counterpart to @gordonfreemanreal 's RED Charger.
Name: IJsbrand
Class: Offense
Pronouns: he/him
His whole deal is charging madly at you, getting in your melee to distract you from what you're doing and force you to fight him. Primary is a bayonet rifle. In combat he uses running blades but otherwise uses a wheelchair. This is my first time attempting to draw running blades so i'm sure they're at least a little bad. Reactor's his buddy who knew him before she worked there. Her former neighbor.
-angry at fucking everyone
-has torn somebody’s throat out with his teeth
-has been arrested for throwing billiards balls at teenagers
-refuses (justifiably) to speak English
-woke up lying on a railroad track without his legs and just crawled to a phone and called a cab
THE MIXOLOGIST
Class: Support
Never finished this one. I don't like it anymore! But the idea was you could mix up certain drinks that would give your teammates special abilities at a cost (they would become more drunk with every drink). Health determines alcohol tolerance. Idk i might come back to it but it's still so funny to think about because if tf2 had this mechanic it would fundamentally ruin the game beyond repair.
THE ATTORNEY
Administration
The Attorney works with Mann Co to keep the company and its employees out of legal trouble. Her motto is "just listen to me because cops lie and jail sucks"